The whole family's sitting watching TV The only thing that makes me feel better And no one plays the radio The news is always bad The kids, they've been keeping daddy up all night Rock 'n' Rolling, shouting, fighting Tomorrow is the marching season We'll meet at the roundabout I want to eat at the same table I want to break the same bread I want to march down the same streets I want to hear the same bands I want to sing the same songs I want to say the same prayers Together we can mend the broken years Jimmy would get married in September First of all he had to write a letter Requesting dispensation Just to be with the girl he loved And in the end, hardly anybody came Mother' side all blamed it on the weather Three cheers for the broken years I want to eat at the same table I want to break the same bread I want to march down the same streets I want to hear the same bands I want to sing the same songs I want to say the same prayers Together we can mend the broken years [Instrumental] Connor's late for school again He's out of breath and running at the double Get his education He had to take the long way 'round For even if he stayed out on the main road Chances are he'd run into some trouble Three cheers for the broken years With all the pretty colours on the pavement The green and gold that lighten through it all And all the little broken shops and houses With those badly spelled slogans on the wall It's no wonder that everybody's leaving It's no wonder at all, at all, at all Three cheers for the broken years I want to eat at the same table I want to break the same bread I want to march down the same streets I want to hear the same bands I want to sing the same songs I want to say the same prayers Together we can mend the broken years Eat at the same table Break the same bread March down the same streets Hear the same bands Sing the same songs Say the same prayers Together we can mend the broken years